Chapter LII
INVOLVING A SERIOUS CHANGE IN THE
WELLER FAMILY, AND THE UNTIMELY
DOWNFALL OF Mr. STIGGINS
onsidering it a matter of
delicacy to
abstain from
introducing either Bob Sawyer or Ben Allen to the young
couple, until they were fully prepared to expect them, and
wishing to spare Arabella's feelings as much as possible, Mr.
Pickwick proposed that he and Sam should alight in the
neighbourhood of the George and Vulture, and that the two young
men should for the present take up their quarters elsewhere. To
this they very readily agreed, and the
proposition was accordingly
acted upon; Mr. Ben Allen and Mr. Bob Sawyer be
takingthemselves to a sequestered pot-shop on the remotest confines of
the Borough, behind the bar door of which their names had in
other days very often appeared at the head of long and complex
calculations worked in white chalk.
'Dear me, Mr. Weller,' said the pretty housemaid, meeting Sam
at the door.
'Dear me I vish it vos, my dear,' replied Sam, dropping behind,
to let his master get out of
hearing. 'Wot a sweet-lookin' creetur
you are, Mary!'
'Lot, Mr. Weller, what
nonsense you do talk!' said Mary. 'Oh!
don't, Mr. Weller."
'Don't what, my dear?' said Sam.
'Why, that,' replied the pretty housemaid. 'Lor, do get along
with you.' Thus admonishing him, the pretty housemaid pushed
Sam against the wall, declaring that he had tumbled her cap, and
put her hair quite out of curl.
'And prevented what I was going to say, besides,' added Mary.
'There's a letter been waiting here for you four days; you hadn't
gone away, half an hour, when it came; and more than that, it's got
"immediate," on the outside.'
'Vere is it, my love?' inquired Sam.
'I took care of it, for you, or I dare say it would have been lost
long before this,' replied Mary. 'There, take it; it's more than you
deserve.'
With these words, after many pretty little coquettish doubts and
fears, and wishes that she might not have lost it, Mary produced
the letter from behind the nicest little
muslin tucker possible, and
handed it to Sam, who thereupon kissed it with much gallantry
and devotion.
'My goodness me!' said Mary, adjusting the tucker, and feigning
unconsciousness, 'you seem to have grown very fond of it all at
once.'
To this Mr. Weller only replied by a wink, the
intense meaning
of which no description could convey the faintest idea of; and,
sitting himself down beside Mary on a window-seat, opened the
letter and glanced at the contents.
'Hollo!' exclaimed Sam, 'wot's all this?'
'Nothing the matter, I hope?' said Mary, peeping over his
shoulder.
'Bless them eyes o' yourn!' said Sam, looking up.
'Never mind my eyes; you had much better read your letter,'
said the pretty housemaid; and as she said so, she made the eyes
twinkle with such slyness and beauty that they were
perfectlyirresistible.
Sam refreshed himself with a kiss, and read as follows:―
'Markis Gran
'By Dorken
'Wens
dy
.
'My dear Sammle,
'I am werry sorry to have the pleasure of being a Bear of ill
news your Mother in law cort cold consekens of imprudently settin
too long on the damp grass in the rain a
hearing of a shepherd
who warnt able to leave off till late at night owen to his having
vound his-self up vith
brandy and vater and not being able to stop
his-self till he got a little sober which took a many hours to do the
doctor says that if she'd svallo'd varm
brandy and vater artervards
insted of afore she mightn't have been no vus her veels wos
immedetly greased and everythink done to set her agoin as could
be inwented your father had hopes as she vould have vorked
round as usual but just as she wos a turnen the corner my boy she
took the wrong road and vent down hill vith a welocity you never
see and notvithstandin that the drag wos put on directly by the
medikel man it wornt of no use at all for she paid the last pike at
twenty minutes afore six o'clock yesterday evenin havin done the
journey wery much under the reglar time vich praps was partly
owen to her haven taken in wery little
luggage by the vay your
father says that if you vill come and see me Sammy he vill take it
as a wery great favor for I am wery lonely Samivel n. b. he vill
have it spelt that vay vich I say ant right and as there is sich a
many things to settle he is sure your guvner wont object of course
he vill not Sammy for I knows him better so he sends his dooty in
which I join and am Samivel infernally yours
'Tony Veller.'
'Wot a incomprehensible letter,' said Sam; 'who's to know wot it
means, vith all this he-ing and I-ing! It ain't my father's writin',
'cept this here signater in print letters; that's his.'
'Perhaps he got somebody to write it for him, and signed it
himself afterwards,' said the pretty housemaid.
'Stop a minit,' replied Sam, running over the letter again, and
pausing here and there, to reflect, as he did so. 'You've hit it. The
gen'l'm'n as wrote it wos a-tellin' all about the misfortun' in a
proper vay, and then my father comes a-lookin' over him, and
complicates the whole concern by puttin' his oar in. That's just the
wery sort o' thing he'd do. You're right, Mary, my dear.'
Having satisfied himself on this point, Sam read the letter all
over, once more, and, appearing to form a clear notion of its
contents for the first time, ejaculated
thoughtfully, as he folded it
up―
'And so the poor creetur's dead! I'm sorry for it. She warn't a
bad-disposed 'ooman, if them shepherds had let her alone. I'm
wery sorry for it.'
Mr. Weller uttered these words in so serious a manner, that the
pretty housemaid cast down her eyes and looked very grave.
'Hows'ever,' said Sam, putting the letter in his pocket with a
gentle sigh, 'it wos to be―and wos, as the old lady said arter she'd
married the
footman. Can't be helped now, can it, Mary?'
Mary shook her head, and sighed too.
'I must apply to the hemperor for leave of absence,' said Sam.
Mary sighed again―the letter was so very affecting.
'Good-bye!' said Sam.
'Good-bye,' rejoined the pretty housemaid, turning her head
away.
'Well, shake hands, won't you?' said Sam.
The pretty housemaid put out a hand which, although it was a
housemaid's, was a very small one, and rose to go.
'I shan't be wery long avay,' said Sam.
'You're always away,' said Mary, giving her head the slightest
possible toss in the air. 'You no sooner come, Mr. Weller, than you
go again.'
Mr. Weller drew the household beauty closer to him, and
entered upon a whispering conversation, which had not proceeded
far, when she turned her face round and condescended to look at
him again. When they parted, it was somehow or other
indispensably necessary for her to go to her room, and arrange the
cap and curls before she could think of presenting herself to her
mistress; which
preparatory ceremony she went off to perform,
bestowing many nods and smiles on Sam over the banisters as she
tripped
upstairs.
'I shan't be avay more than a day, or two, sir, at the furthest,'
said Sam, when he had communicated to Mr. Pickwick the
intelligence of his father's loss.
'As long as may be necessary, Sam,' replied Mr. Pickwick, 'you
have my full permission to remain.'
Sam bowed.
'You will tell your father, Sam, that if I can be of any assistance
to him in his present situation, I shall be most willing and ready to
lend him any aid in my power,' said Mr. Pickwick.
'Thank'ee, sir,' rejoined Sam. 'I'll mention it, sir.'
And with some expressions of
mutual good-will and interest,
master and man separated.
It was just seven o'clock when Samuel Weller, alighting from
the box of a stage-coach which passed through Dorking, stood
within a few hundred yards of the Marquis of Granby. It was a
cold, dull evening; the little street looked
dreary and
dismal; and
the
mahogany countenance of the noble and gallant
marquisseemed to wear a more sad and
melancholy expression than it was
wont to do, as it swung to and fro, creaking mournfully in the
wind. The blinds were pulled down, and the shutters partly closed;
of the knot of loungers that usually collected about the door, not
one was to be seen; the place was silent and
desolate.
Seeing nobody of whom he could ask any
preliminaryquestions, Sam walked softly in, and glancing round, he quickly
recognised his parent in the distance.
The widower was seated at a small round table in the little
room behind the bar, smoking a pipe, with his eyes
intently fixed
upon the fire. The funeral had evidently taken place that day, for
attached to his hat, which he still retained on his head, was a
hatband measuring about a yard and a half in length, which hung
over the top rail of the chair and streamed negligently down. Mr.
Weller was in a very abstracted and contemplative mood.
Notwithstanding that Sam called him by name several times, he
still continued to smoke with the same fixed and quiet
countenance, and was only roused
ultimately by his son's placing
the palm of his hand on his shoulder.
'Sammy,' said Mr. Weller, 'you're welcome.'
'I've been a-callin' to you half a dozen times,' said Sam,
hanginghis hat on a peg, 'but you didn't hear me.'
'No, Sammy,' replied Mr. Weller, again looking
thoughtfully at
the fire. 'I was in a referee, Sammy.'
'Wot about?' inquired Sam,
drawing his chair up to the fire.
'In a referee, Sammy,' replied the elder Mr. Weller, 'regarding
her, Samivel.' Here Mr. Weller jerked his head in the direction of
Dorking
churchyard, in mute explanation that his words referred
to the late Mrs. Weller.
'I wos a-thinkin', Sammy,' said Mr. Weller, eyeing his son, with
great
earnestness, over his pipe, as if to assure him that however
extraordinary and
incredible the
declaration might appear, it was
nevertheless calmly and
deliberately uttered. 'I wos a-thinkin',
Sammy, that upon the whole I wos wery sorry she wos gone.'
'Vell, and so you ought to be,' replied Sam.
Mr. Weller nodded his acquiescence in the sentiment, and again
fastening his eyes on the fire, shrouded himself in a cloud, and
mused deeply.
'Those wos wery sensible observations as she made, Sammy,'
said Mr. Weller, driving the smoke away with his hand, after a long
silence.
'Wot observations?' inquired Sam.
'Them as she made, arter she was took ill,' replied the old
gentleman. 'Wot was they?'
'Somethin' to this here effect. "Veller," she says, "I'm afeered
I've not done by you quite wot I ought to have done; you're a wery
kind-hearted man, and I might ha' made your home more
comfortabler. I begin to see now," she says, "ven it's too late, that
if a married 'ooman vishes to be religious, she should begin vith
dischargin' her dooties at home, and makin' them as is about her
cheerful and happy, and that vile she goes to church, or chapel, or
wot not, at all proper times, she should be wery careful not to con-
wert this sort o' thing into a excuse for
idleness or self-indulgence.
I have done this," she says, "and I've vasted time and substance on
them as has done it more than me; but I hope ven I'm gone, Veller,
that you'll think on me as I wos afore I know'd them people, and as
I raly wos by natur." "Susan," says I―I wos took up wery short by
this, Samivel; I von't deny it, my boy―"Susan," I says, "you've
been a wery good vife to me, altogether; don't say nothin' at all
about it; keep a good heart, my dear; and you'll live to see me
punch that 'ere Stiggins's head yet." She smiled at this, Samivel,'
said the old gentleman, stifling a sigh with his pipe, 'but she died
arter all!'
'Vell,' said Sam, venturing to offer a little
homelyconsolation,
after the lapse of three or four minutes, consumed by the old
gentleman in slowly shaking his head from side to side, and
solemnly smoking, 'vell, gov'nor, ve must all come to it, one day or
another.'
'So we must, Sammy,' said Mr. Weller the elder.
'There's a Providence in it all,' said Sam.
'O' course there is,' replied his father, with a nod of grave
approval. 'Wot 'ud become of the undertakers vithout it, Sammy?'
Lost in the immense field of
conjecture opened by this
reflection, the elder Mr. Weller laid his pipe on the table, and
stirred the fire with a meditative
visage.
While the old gentleman was thus engaged, a very buxom-
looking cook, dressed in mourning, who had been bustling about,
in the bar, glided into the room, and bestowing many smirks of
recognition upon Sam, silently stationed herself at the back of his
father's chair, and announced her presence by a slight cough, the
which, being disregarded, was followed by a louder one.
'Hollo!' said the elder Mr. Weller, dropping the poker as he
looked round, and hastily drew his chair away. 'Wot's the matter
now?'
'Have a cup of tea, there's a good soul,' replied the buxom
female coaxingly. 'I von't,' replied Mr. Weller, in a somewhat
boisterous manner. 'I'll see you―' Mr. Weller hastily checked
himself, and added in a low tone, 'furder fust.'
'Oh, dear, dear! How adwersity does change people!' said the
lady, looking
upwards.
'It's the only thing 'twixt this and the doctor as shall change my
condition,' muttered Mr. Weller.
'I really never saw a man so cross,' said the buxom female.
'Never mind. It's all for my own good; vich is the reflection vith
vich the
penitent school-boy comforted his feelin's ven they
flogged him,' rejoined the old gentleman.
The buxom female shook her head with a
compassionate and
sympathising air; and, appealing to Sam, inquired whether his
father really ought not to make an effort to keep up, and not give
way to that lowness of spirits.
'You see, Mr. Samuel,' said the buxom female, 'as I was telling